Seeing that the time was close to the early hours of the morning, the three of them directly handed over the important documents to the octopus to copy eight copies, and everything else was restored as it was, and the obvious footprints were brushed off from the ground, and they were carefully checked again, although the little spoon did not have much experience as an assassin, but after all, he was also an assassin, and his professionalism was still there.

After confirming that there would be no problems, the trio exited the grocery store. When he went out, the shopkeeper was still sleeping soundly in his chair, and the three of them did not wake him up with their hands and feet.

On the road, the air was very cold in the early morning, it was still dark, there was no one on the street, and the street lamps emitted a soft glow. The three of them just walked on the road, without hailing a taxi, and at this moment they preferred to walk on foot.

The pace was brisk and powerful, not at all like the state of a person who had not slept all night, and even the cold of the early morning could hardly hide their exuberant mood. It's hard to describe this feeling exactly, it's like a child who has played a prank and no one notices it at all. It's more like a destitute drunkard who stumbles into a tavern by chance, has a good drink in the middle of the night when no one is around, and even leaves perfectly.

Under the rules of safe society, there is no need to worry about the safety of life, the mood is tense and exciting when you sneak in, and the tension and excitement have disappeared after escaping, but the continuous excitement of the mood will be like residual warmth, which makes people have endless aftertaste.

Maybe it's naïve, isn't it? Kevin doesn't deny it, but it doesn't matter. Even for the most mature people, there's nothing wrong with being naïve once in a while. Besides, being naïve isn't necessarily a bad thing.

"Hey, let's run, let's see who gets to school first!" Little Spoon suddenly became excited, as if his excitement needed to be relieved by running.

"It must be you. Sain was a little dismissive.

"Then I'll let you run 50 meters first. Little Spoon said he had stopped.

Sain didn't speak, but continued to move forward, thinking about the feasibility over and over again.

Kevin walked and walked, suddenly quickened his pace, smiled in his mouth, and was already running forward.

"Hey, hey!" Sain hurriedly followed.

The little spoon was still standing in place, looking at the figure in front of him, and muttering: "50 meters, 50 meters, 50 meters...... Kindness...... It's here!" As soon as the words fell, the person was already speeding forward, and the distance between him and the two people in front of him was rapidly shortening.

"Hey, did you really wait 50 meters?" Sain couldn't help but shout back.

"Wait!," replied the little spoon with a puff of heart.

"How did you measure 50 meters without a measuring tool?" Sain raised the bar, "maybe we only ran 49 meters!"

"Well...... Look, you know, that's what the Assassins have!" Spoon defended, and as he spoke, the man had already surpassed Sain and began to chase Kevin.

Somehow, Kevin couldn't help but be competitive, and for a while, his fighting spirit exploded, and he launched a magic shield under his feet, and the elasticity of the magic shield began to accelerate further. Sain's voice was faintly heard in his ears: "Wow, is you so serious?" But for a moment, the voice had been stretched far away, apparently because of the speed.

However, if you want to compare the speed with the small spoon, it is still much worse after all. After a while, Kevin felt a pat on the back, and when he turned around, he saw that the little spoon was smiling at him, but the yellow vindictiveness under her feet appeared, which could be regarded as a real move.

Kevin paused, gasping for breath and shaking his head slightly, as if dissatisfied with his speed.

The little spoon also stopped, and after thinking about it, he could only comfort him like this: "At least in the red fighting spirit, your speed is already amazing." ”

Behind him, there was a sound of horses' hooves, and Sain rode after him. He has a magic array tattoo that summons his mount. But nowadays it's not very useful, you can only play in the game.

"Alright, come, I'll make you 100 meters!" the little spoon happily announced.

"Wow," Sain was a little unsure, "really?"

Kevin rested enough, and suddenly he sprinted with all his might......

In the air, two patrol parrots watched this scene, and one thought for a while and said: "This is, late-night drag racing...... No...... Horse ...... Leg-girders?"

The next day, Sain and Little Spoon naturally had temporary jobs, and the consequence of the madness at night was naturally that they were not energetic during the day, but they were able to hold on. Kevin caught up on his sleep and headed to the dog food distribution center, the grocery store, again around noon.

Before leaving, Kevin made a point of looking for Leyson at the school and found that he was not here. At the same time, I also inquired about the bald teacher, but I heard that he had returned to his hometown, and it was now winter vacation, which was also normal.

I walked alone to the grocery store, put on a dog hood, and walked straight in. The store is still deserted, and the owner has changed another, and he is looking at a book with an expressionless face at this time. When he saw someone coming in, he looked up and saw that it was a man with a dog hood, and immediately lowered his head again and continued to immerse himself in his world.

Kevin didn't talk nonsense, he walked straight inside, and wanted to take a look at what he was looking at before entering the door, but he couldn't see it clearly when he was far away.

Opening the door of the warehouse, a familiar smell of the sea came again, and there would still be a dog barking, but this time there seemed to be a human voice. Listening to the voices, it is estimated that there are at least a dozen people here, and there are quite a few voices of conversation.

Kevin ignored this for the time being, and walked towards the room where he was suspected of being Leyson yesterday. On the way, I passed by several rooms, some of which were still empty, and some of them were chatting in groups and even eating. They do not take off the hood when they eat, but forcibly break the mouth of the dog on the hood and stuff it in.

Kevin was surprised, and at the same time a little nervous, the toy hood he bought himself, the dog's mouth could not be broken. After a while, if someone hands him something to eat, it seems that he will have to find a way to refuse it.

The others also saw Kevin, but only for a moment, no one cared, and they continued to talk about theirs. Kevin pricked up his ears and listened, but felt that there was no actual content, just some parental shortcomings. And when they talk, they are also very careful to hide their names and so on.

But as long as they open their mouths, something will leak out. Kevin already wondered, if the mask was to hide himself, then why did he gather together to gossip? Could it be that they were so confident that they wouldn't reveal anything in the small talk?

Ignoring these for the time being, Kevin went all the way to the room where Leyson was suspected, and there was also a person wearing a dog hood in the room. At this time, he was writing at his desk, and there was a pile of reference materials stacked next to him.

Kevin knocked on the doorframe and walked in casually. Almost subconsciously, Leyson put away all the contents on the table, and then pressed it all under his hands.

"You're still against the Church of Light?" Kevin's voice changed slightly, and the conversation was more direct.

"You're peeking at my stuff?" Leyson looked upset.

"Anyone can see what is posted on the Internet. Kevin replied.

"However, no one knew that I was posting. Leyson replied.

Kevin couldn't help but laugh: "You are under this kind of territory, and you actually expect others not to know?"

Leyson fell silent, apparently he himself understood.

"How much do you know about us?" Kevin tried to say, "and you don't know what people have said to you?"

Leyson sighed, and then he started talking about it, and even heard about it from the other students, but what plans the other students were going to make, to a man in black looking for him, and finally getting here. Halfway through, they also spoke out about their attitude towards Kevin.

For Leyson, the person in front of him is also a member of this place, and his tone is more like a veteran, and it is not important to say some small things by himself. Who would have thought that the other party was even newer than him.

Kevin was a little surprised in his heart, the other party actually attached so much importance to him, but since he attached so much importance to him, why could he easily sneak in? That can only show ...... They don't pay enough attention, or only superficially.

"Do you know how many of us there are? Do you know what ideals we have?" Kevin continued.

"I don't know how many people, but looking at the scale, there should be more than one such base. As for ideals, hehe," Leyson replied disdainfully, "isn't it all for dog food?"

"Are you too?" asked Kevin.

"Hmph. Leyson didn't answer.

"You can see that you are a very idealistic man," Kevin continued, "but you would be naïve to think that you can overthrow the Church of Light by copying a few hundred copies of your article here. ”

Leyson was stunned and speechless for a while.

"You can't even prove that is unpalatable. Kevin provoked him again.

"No! I've proven it done, my reply is here, I used to ......"

"I've seen it," Kevin just raised his hand, "but you have to be mindful that it's common knowledge that is unpalatable. No matter how much you eat yourself and say that is delicious, it doesn't change this common sense. Unless there's a large group of people eating with you, then you can prove it. ”

"You have to know that this is actually a social science problem, just like what the Minotaur likes to eat, what the human race likes to eat, these can be easily counted to get the percentage of people who like to eat something, and finally prove that the Minotaur really like to eat something, and the few who don't like to eat this are exceptions. ”

"But is different, everyone defaults to being unpalatable, and everyone doesn't eat it. But to prove that it is unpalatable, a significant percentage of people must be allowed to eat feces in order to draw statistical conclusions. And even if you eat a lot of, it's just your personal problem. Maybe you have unique tastes, maybe you lie and deceive, maybe you have a bad sense of taste, maybe you have a hole in your brain, these are all possible. ”

"In addition, in order to falsify a common-sense question, extremely strong evidence must be presented. It is impossible for ordinary people to believe that common sense is wrong. Of course, if it is necessary to prove, there is another way. Kevin replied.

"What, tricking a bunch of people into eating?" replied Leyson.

"This kind of thing you have to reveal the results of the experiment in the end, if you are not afraid of death, you can try to deceive," Kevin squinted, "The method I am talking about is to prove theoretically, after all, human taste is actually the chemical reaction of food in the mouth, if you can completely analyze the composition of, analyze people's definition of delicious or unpalatable food, calculate the middle interval value, and through scientific calculations, list a large number of mathematical equations, and get that the chemical reaction produced by is in the delicious interval, or in the unpalatable interval." Then write a piece of paper, so that it can be considered proof, of course, after the theoretical proof, the practical proof is almost impossible. ”

Leyson froze in place, half-speechless.

"Have you ever eaten?" asked Kevin.

Leyson shook his head.

"It is true that science is not omnipotent, and it is only religion that preaches omnipotence. Religious people can easily come up with something that science can't do, and then claim that it's a miracle of religion, a truth of religion, and mock science with it," Kevin concluded, "You must not get into the trap, this time it's eating, next time it's drinking urine, it's not over." ”

Leyson nodded, convinced.

Kevin suddenly felt that he had said a little too much, and that he might be exposed if he continued to talk about it, so he simply got up and left. Leaving Leyson alone to continue to be stunned.

After wandering around the corridor for a while, listening to other people's gossip for a while, I didn't find any valuable information, and I felt that these people's knowledge level was very low, and there was nothing high. However, it seems that many people are reminiscing about the past, especially when mercenaries were prevalent.

Kevin didn't stay long, feeling that it was almost the end of the day, and left. In the evening, Kevin was reading a book and thinking about these things, when suddenly he had a flash of inspiration.

What if all the movements of these people were exposed on the Internet? Kevin can describe the situation there absolutely truthfully, and even remember worrying about what they talked about today, the list of screen names is still in his hands, and the feeding plan is also in his hands. Whether people on the Internet believe it or not, it must be another topic.

Maybe someone will be like Kevin, curious to go over and take a look. And their organization will inevitably be strictly investigated because of this, and may relocate addresses, change screen names, and so on. In this case, it will be a surprise.

But what if you write about it, your readers have a bunch of assassins who are far above Kevin's spoon, if they could be interested...... At the same time, they are unpopular enough, and the people of these dog food organizations may not be able to detect it.

Kevin smiled a little, and then took a chapter.